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First Friday

Charlie

What the actual fu…

The light behindto adjustit so the headlights blastingthem now, too

Good Serves theht

Jerk

I slow my car to five under the speed limit, conscious of the fact that campus security and police presence have increased since a student was assaulted by a driver of an unmarked cab first semester More than assaulted—she ended up in the hospital

I visibly cringe at the thought, tightening rip on the wheel

A car passes slowly onme to jaers druht, just a bit louder—this song is one of my favorites

Upbeat

Catchy

Sexy

My thoughts stray and land on a conversation I had earlier withup with her boyfriend Donnie—Donnie the Douche, as we’ve started calling him behind her back,back on the university’s teairl’s vagina, specifically Claire’s

She used to forgive hiive him for every indiscretion, probably because she’s somewhat a jock chaser and Donnie was headed for the NFL—until he tore his UCL throwing a reverse pass, taking hi his career

Poor Claire; she wanted to be a WAG so damn bad

Now? No way is she willing to tolerate any of his bullshit, not with hiree and take a job at his uncle’s car dealership

Football was the only thing the kid had going for hi and decreased my IQ tenfold Just plain dumb

I hate to call him a dumb jock, but…

Donnie is a dumb jock

A sthis road at barely the legal h when the car ahead of lare from their cell phone visible from here

The driver is checking their daes

Huffing, I glance in my mirror

There is a truck behindup so close a body probably wouldn’t fit between the two vehicles

I inch forward a bit

The truck inches forward

“What the hell, dude—back off,” I mutter out loud, irritated